I've been sufferring from anxiety since Nov/Dec, been treated with Citalapram since Jan and still waiting for counselling. My score on the phone-counselling assessment I had in Jan was 18 for anxiety and 14 for depression. So I started to feel a lot better and more balanced, if stuck on a plateau and not progressing much from there. My doctor suggested upping the Citalapram but that made me ravenous which was not good so I dropped it back. But the last two weeks or so I just feel awful, like the drugs stopped working altogether. I spent most of last weekend sobbing, even in front of my son
though coped better last week. I see my GP every month and she's lovely. DH has been as understanding as he can be though it has found it hard as it's so illogical.
In short, I think my teeth are going to fall out but I'm savvy enough to know that whilst that's how it's manifesting the root cause is my job. I have had some problems with my teeth - big filling in Nov last year, dentist said my gums were bleeding a bit but didn't make a big deal out of it but it's contributed to this feeling that they're going to fall out if I use them too much so I don't eat unless I have to. When I'm feeling better I can eat so long as it's soft stuff. I don't think I'll be eating at all today 
Cliff's notes - been here a long time, my boss is a cross between nice and a nightmare. Found a new job last summer, turned it down as DS then 18mo got sick, I got freaked out negotiating entry/exit at same time as being in hospital/doctors with DS, my company counter-offerred, I stayed. Was great for two months as we got some more staff, then the Global company did a massive "restructure" and cut 60% of the global workforce including the staff we'd hired to directly help me, plus my only other in-office support. Long story short instead of having two jobs (which came about due to natural staff loss and not being replaced), I now have 4 roles, one of which I am just not skilled for. And it's making me ill.
The office is a truly horrible place to be. Where once it was lively and enjoyable it's just a completely toxic atmosphere. My boss spends most days in his office with the door shut and his headphones on. For the last 4 weeks or so I'm lucky if he says hello to me
I know he has his own issues and I'm sure he feels as unhappy as me but I don't see how his behaviour can help anyone? I've tried to keep it together, I've tried to be positive, I've tried barelling into his office and chatting but I can't keep it up endlessly and he never responds to any of my work unless it's to complain about it. I've tried talking to him in my 1-1s but he'll come to them and be all positive which just messes with my head. How can he not speak to me for a week then turn up at my 1-1 and be positive?
But today - I can't explain it, I was ok when I woke up and just felt more and more down as I got closer to getting to work, then halfway here I just - it's like a physical thing where it feels like my teeth are actually falling out and there you go, panic attack at my desk. Thankfully my 9am (the bastard) hasn't turned up (again) so I thought I'd pour it all out on here.
I don't even know what I want really. I just am sick of fighting everything every day. I fight to stay positive at work, I fight to maintain a relationship with my boss, I fight to get over this teeth thing. I'm just tired. And now I need another coffee but I can't risk seeing anyone on the way to the kitchen because I will blub.